White lines frame grass and dandelions. Kids sprint breathless in the morning shine. hmm, yeah She shoulders a blanket, tugs hat low, Shakes a chair, ignores the score. Her girl blocks a shot, sees Mama there — Sometimes that’s enough to show you care. hmmmm hmmm hmm, yeah He planned to cruise life Cadillac-style. But dreams got cashed when the rent came due. hmm, yeah Now he drives to a place where boxes pile, Punches numbers like he’s s’posed to do. Not the life he pictured when he was young — But it buys shoes, wagons, and meals at home. Showin’ up when you lack answers. Showin’ up when your hands just shake. All you can give is the time it takes. hmm, yeah Faith ain’t loud, it’s quiet, and tough — The hardest, truest work of love Is simply showin’ up. hmm, yeah The staff scans his keys, clangs open the gate. Flips through his Bible, returns to a seat. He enters and smiles, then waves to invite And surveys the circle for sheep gone today. hmm, yeah Then listens, questions, tells a joke, speaks a name. They may lose his words, but they keep that he came. hmmmm hmmm hmm, yeah Thin as a whisper, hurting and light, Machines toll time where words can’t reach. She reads him notes on cards, device, Stories, memories, questions, a crayoned scene. hmm, yeah Grace ain’t in money, miles, or fuss — It’s hearts being present: “We’re still with you — that’s us.” hmm, yeah A thousand ways to say you care, Most fade fast in rush and talk... Sometimes love shows best just... standing there — Being present’s how you walk the walk. Showin’ up when you ain’t got answers. Showin’ up when the road gets rough. Lovin’ by... just being there enough. hmm, yeah Love don’t need polish, proof, or stuff — The bravest, holiest thing we do Is simply... showin’ up. hmmmm hmmmm hmmm hmm, yeah
